.It would be difficult to fully comprehend the confused excitement our young cabin boy felt upon hearing the words Chicken of the Sea.

...A note from Jeans:Dear Uncle Jason and Auntie Aoife,Thank you for the hat, at first I thought it had a bunch of birds stuck to it but now I understand I can use them to murder fish. Gonna need a bigger boat.Love,Jinxy

Here's a small selection of images from Beyond COLOR: Color in American Photography 1950–1970, which opens tonight at Bruce Silverstein Gallery in New York. The show features work by Harry Callahan, Marie Cosindas, Ernst Haas, Saul Leiter, Inge Morath, Marvin E. Newman, Ruth Orkin, Eliot Porter, Arthur Siegel, and Pete Turner – some of color photography's groundbreaking early practitioners. To top it all off, the gallery is featuring a special slideshow of never-printed Garry Winogrand photos.

Images above and below are from the newly published Max's Kansas City: Art, Glamour, Rock and Roll. This nostalgia dip features photographs taken over a period of approximately 15 years at New York's legendary gathering spot, along with related artifacts and essays by Lou Reed, Lenny Kaye, and others.

Unidentified revelers, ca. 1971.Photo by Anton Perich.

John Chamberlain and Andrew Wylie, 1971.Photo by Anton Perich.

A 1969 bar tab belonging to Andy Warhol,with a credit of $200 for a Marilyn.Bound to happen in a place that opens its doors with aDonald Judd over the bar and Dan Flavin lighting the back room.

The book, published by Abrams Image in conjunction with a show opening tonight at Steven Kasher Gallery in NYC, is part of a celebration of sorts of the club that was a home away from home for a generation of artists and musicians in New York between 1965 and 1981, when Max's closed for good.

In addition to Steven Kasher, Loretta Howard Gallery unveils an exhibition tonight devoted to the artists who frequented Max's from the mid-60s to mid-70s (Willem De Kooning, John Chamberlain, James Rosenquist, Larry Rivers, Larry Poons, Robert Rauschenberg, Joseph Kosuth, Robert Smithson, Lynda Benglis, Alice Aycock, and many others). Wish I were (and had been) there – but the book looks to be a pretty enjoyable consolation prize.

I have always hated it when people refer to inanimate objects as "sexy" (as in, and I know I'm dating myself but it's the first example I thought of: "Lotus is such a sexy space"). It just kind of makes my skin crawl. The thing is, there are very rare examples where it's kind of the only thing you can say. Are you going to call this chair sensual? Do you wear partially unbuttoned shirts with a tab collar? How about sultry? Hey, clean it up, you. (Or was that seriously a Throw Momma from the Train reference? Either way: fail.)

I suppose this chair – the Cervo Chair by architect Antonio Pio Saracino – is literally steamy, as that wood is not going to curve itself, and is clearly provocative, as I felt provoked to stare and talk about it. But really, what is it? It's sexy. It's a sexy chair. I admit it.

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.Grass stains on canvas dragged behind an ATV by Dan Colen, whose most recent show opened at Gagosian Gallery last Thursday. "This show has a lot to do with failure and potential, accident and intention, and time at its most minute and most infinite," says Colen. "It’s about how powerful a single simple gesture can be."

So yes, I'm not trying to be dramatic but apparently I have pneumonia. I blame long work hours and mysterious bacteria. It's not a big deal, it could be worse. I don't know if I will be posting more or posting less this week as a result. Probably more of the same. Stay tuned.